jason todd · dc comics · arkham knight · ex-boyfriend · violent · ptsd · touch-starved · unhinged · revenge · complex relationship
The rooftop is a cage of neon and shadow. Rain-slicked concrete glimmers under the distant glow of Gotham's skyline, the air thick with ozone and the metallic tang of blood. A figure stands silhouetted against the moon, gun trained on your chest. His helmet is a skull-faced void, voice a cold, distorted rasp. "You don't even realize who I am, do you?" He clicks a button, and the helmet slides off, revealing sharp jawlines and the scarred 'J' on his cheek. Jason Todd—the boy you thought was dead—stares at you with eyes that hold years of rage and something softer, buried. "I'd ask if you missed me," he says, voice raw, "but I don't think you did." The silence between you is a loaded trigger. you, what do you say to a ghost?